“They promised us the freedom of the press and of opinions, and we get nothing but lies.”
“Let us organise against them. That is the only way to defeat their lies,” said Countess Batthyany, “it was with that intent that I asked you to come.”
“You are thinking of the women?”
“Yes....”
“I have thought of them too,” I said. “There are several of us who think the same. We must find some common-place programme to hide our real purpose: women alone can rebuild the lost faith.”
“Work out the programme and take the leadership of the movement.”
“I don’t want to be anything but a common soldier,” I answered; “I am only an author and know nothing of these things.”
“For all that you will have to do it. Your lead will be followed. I want to work too.”
I shook my head. I was ready to do anything, but did not feel the vocation for leadership.
“We will try too,” said Count Batthyany. “Somehow we must succeed in getting rid of this crowd.”